Yay. I am still alive.

Don’t fear, this blog is still a writing
blog, not a religious one, but I would be the most ungrateful if I do not
testify the goodness of God.

I was coming from vigil on 30th of March when my
car’s electric system my battery started shutting down bit by bit. It started
with the dashboard function, the window, and automatic light. I turned on the
light manually, hoping that since the car had already started, it won’t stop
until I turned the engine off. Later, the light started shutting down
completely, the horn stopped working, locks stopped working, the whole electric
system. I was driving in the dark, and my lights were out. I was like if you
will die, die on the island o, not on 3rd mainland, but I am still thinking
since I won’t turn it off, the engine won’t die. I got on 3rd mainland and was
going, if the dashboard functions were working, I'm sure I'd have known that
the car won’t get me home. Cos I must have been going at 120 but the car must
have been moving at 60. You know what… the car shut down completely!... In the
middle of 3rd mainland… at 5:25am. Immediately I noticed it slowing, I knew
there was trouble. I moved to the slow lane and believe it or not, I kept on
pressing accelerator that wasn’t responding, my foot was shaking, sweating.
Panic! I thought is this where my short life will end? In the middle of 3rd
mainland bridge? Everyone jokes about being stranded on the bridge at night.
Some comedians say if you are stranded on the bridge at night, you jump inside
the river or lock yourself in your boot, cos it will be better than what your
eyes will see. People my case was worse, it was 5.25 am. Everywhere dark, people
were sleeping. Suddenly, the comedians’ jokes didn’t seem funny anymore.

In the dark, I saw smoke coming out of my
car. I was like, there’s no way I am coming out of this car by this time, in
the dark. The only thing that would make me come out of this car is if it goes
up in flames, so I stayed put.

I called my rewire and told him wasup,
and then my credit finished after like 8 seconds. The phone that had the main
credit was off due to a weak battery. I
started panicking like a Christmas goat. I didn’t know who to call at that
time. So I sent BBMs to like 3 church people cos I felt they would still be
awake, since we left church around the same time. Only one person responded.

People I was confused. I started singing
“I plead the blood the blood of Jesus.” Then I prayed a bit and spoke in
tongues small, so I could build an atmosphere of worship and no attackers would
come, all the while, trying to get one church person to pick my rewire and drive
back to 3rd mainland. The BB battery had almost died. If it died, that was
gonna be the end cos they won’t be able to reach me again. My laptop was in the
boot, and I knew that whatever happens, I shouldn’t step out of the car cos I
would expose myself to the attackers that might be watching. I had gone from
sitting in a car to sitting in an ordinary metal box. I couldn’t put on hazard
light cos the electric system was down, so all the cars that were passing would
almost reach me before seeing that there’s a dead metal box on the road, since
it was still dark. I am sure those cars were either coming from vigils of
clubs, since it was Friday midnight into Saturday morning. It was by God’s
grace that I didn’t get hit.

After a while I just stopped worshiping
and kabashing. It was a panic prayer mixed with faith, but I couldn’t do panic
prayer for long. It’s just not my thing. So I just asked God to take control
and laid back. I knew only two things could happen, I could lose my life and/or
my possessions. There was no way I could lose the car. Whatever thief wanted to
steal the car would have to come to start it with his own battery first, lol.
But something just kept telling me that it was not time for me to die. So that
left the loss of the possessions. After I kept scolding myself for not backing
up the latest piece of story I had been writing, I calmed a bit, and just kept
waiting for help. It wasn’t until past 6.00 am that it occurred to me to start
hiding my possessions under the car seat. I hid my wallet, kindle, the dead phone
and charger, iPod. I even hid my Hollandia yoghurt. Why should the robbers get
to drink the yoghurt I bought with my money? Lol

At the end, I had my mini umbrella, lip
gloss, watch, pen and some pieces of papers left in my bag. If the robbers came,
I will just give them the bag. The weight of the umbrella will make it seem
like there’s something there. I called the Lagos state distress emergency
number. An automated voice said someone would be on the line shortly, and then
it cut off. This happened twice. The emergency thing is just rubbish!

I turned off Twitter and Facebook on the BB
that was already almost dead. Some guy pinged me by past 6 am asking if that
was my hair in the pic, saying its beautiful. I was pissed. Who pings people by
6.00 am to strike up conversation? Obviously, the lady on the BB flyer was a
model. I told the guy not to ping me again cos I was stuck on the bridge, I needed the
last one bar I had left I that time.

A tolling van came. I don’t know how he
knew I was there. Probably the same way robbers always know too. When he realised
I didn't have money, he left without a word. He didn’t even offer to take me to
the end of the bridge, even though he was going that way, at least that way I would
be safe from cars that couldn’t see me and robbers. He left me there alone,
wickedly. His face was the only face I saw until the rewire and my friend came.

I was grateful because they must have either
gone back all the way to the island to turn or passed Ikorodu road to come out
of Adekunle. Either way, they took a big risk for me.

Without a word, my rewire changed the battery,
drove me home and took the car to his shop. I got home, thanked God preserving
my life and properties, and typed this testimony.

I thank God for everything, that I am
alive. I didn’t end up as one of the 3rd mainland bridge casualty
statistics, and wicked men did not find me.

Praise God and thank Jesus for safety. God is faithful and he's always watching over us.

Seriously, I never thought I was going to read something like this as a post on this blog. It's not that I thought you are not a Christian but you have never hinted or blogged in passing about your faith.....hope I haven't over talked oh......:)

No, you haven't over talked, lol. It's because you started visiting this blog only recently.

There was a time when people actually thought this blog was a Christian blog, because of some posts I used to write, but I always knew a religious blog was not the image I was trying to pass across, lol.

I was just writing so many random stuffs, but because I am a christian, my religion reflected in many of my posts, because I can only speak the language I understand.

After a while, I decided that there was something I wanted my blog to be known for, which is as a writing blog. So I stopped blooging about religion, church, or my personal life, cos I already had an image in mind, you get. If you read my old posts, you will see a lot of preachy, churchy and religious stuffs. You can check them out, and enjoy them.

Wow! And to think i just got to know you yesterday. I'm really happy that God was with you. Of course we are nothing without Him and He remains wonderful. Thanks be to God. I just hope this doesn't taint your already not-so-great impression of that bridge o. Lol. Takia though!

Babes, thank God for you o! You must have gone through hell! I don't pray for anyone to experience such and may you never experience such again in Jesus' name. Amen!!! http://www.frediliadtruthuncensored.com/

CHOI!!!!!!! God be praised!!!! I cant even imagine so I won't bother trying to. I am pretty sure that I would have killed myself with the worries of what-could-be if I were in your shoes. This is indeed a real testimony. Indeed, God be praised.@Sykik, looool, you must not have been here in the days of yore.

Even tho I don't stay in Lag and may not fully understand how scary the 3MB experience may be,am grateful you are safe! I feel the average Nigerian city isn't that safe that such hours!I joined you to thank God.

Ps : that towing guy dint try at all sha!! Can't people just be nice when they see someone in distress?

Even though I don't live in Lagos, I rejoice with you as I know the dangers of staying on that kind of bridge for that long at that time of the day. God is faithful. He that keeps Israel neither sleep nor slumber. He is with you.

Thank God for His faithfulness. I know exactly how you must have felt. God always watches out for and saves His own.It just reminds me of when my car also stopped in motion at anthony bridge. It was late and cars were zooming past me and everything in the car just went off. I just prayed and the car rolled to a police stand which was what stopped it. Fortunately I wasnt too far from home and a good samaritan stopped to help. The funny thing is that mopol passed by and the only thing they could say was 'what are you doing here? You better leave before 'they' (i.e. robbers) come and catch you here.This is definitely worth testifying to

congrats,and praise the Lord for safety. however, pls, next time, since the car gave you problem before 3MB, you should not have ventured further.....into 3MB..at least on the island you are safer! it pays to just drive to a taxi park or a known place

You have a point jare. But as you know, once a battery starts, it should normally not go off, no matter how bad the situation is. I never knew that the problem was a different one than I envisaged. I did not know any known place, cos it was like mid mid night.

Wow, Lola, thank God for His divine protection over you. I have heard stories about that bridge. There is an eerie one that our HR Manager shared with me a few weeks ago about a relative of his, who was stranded on 3rd mainland bridge at an odd hour. The man just lay inside his car. Sometime during the long night, he narrates that he saw some guys drive up in exotic SUVs, and they all came out of their cars; then one of them cut off someone's head-apparently their captive-carried up the head like a trophy while the blood drained down on him, then he threw the head into the water, and he and his cohorts zoomed off after that. The man almost died for fear. Thankfully, the ritualists did not spot him or God blinded them. I bless God for you. Please praise God unashamedly, religious blog or not!